Say in the most calm and content way possible, "Good morning Feringus."
You wish Dr. Feringus good morning.
“Morning, evening… between living in a cave and under an endless sun, I can hardly remember the difference any more. Nevertheless, welcome. I'm aware your memory is damaged. I imagine you’ve had an interesting experience making your way here.”
She turns. “That hat. I recognize that hat. It was one of Les’.”
Greet Scruffles!
Before you can respond, Scruffles pounces on you! Awwwww you missed the furry fella.
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Off, Rusty. You know better than that.”
The dog sits down again, content.
“I see you two have already met, at least. You must have been wandering the facility for longer than I’d figured.”
Doff your hat and ask how badly you've messed things up.
You brush yourself off and remove your hat, nervously asking if you’ve made a mess of things.
“Nonsense,” she says. “You’ve done quite admirably, in fact-- for a robot.” A pause. “My, you look so nervous! You don’t have to be afraid here; this is a safe place.”
She clicks on the lights. “Here, I’ve turned the lights back on. I imagine that dim lighting wasn’t making you feel any more comfortable.”
inquire if we'll be allowed to keep any of the Free Will we seem to have acquired.
You ask if your personality and free will are going to be wiped like Gentleman said.
“Who? Oh, that other robot. Yes, he’s an interesting case as well... Managed to find me all on his own, actually. I must say, it’s very handy to finally have an assistant again, especially as I haven’t been able to get this useless shell working,” she says, indicating the robot in the station.
“No, I’ve no intention of rebooting your personality logic board. You’ve developed a rather interesting persona on your own. I’ve informed your robot compatriot that you are to be left alone as well. You’ve managed to accomplish something I’d never expected a…”
She trails off and walks away to the windows. “Hm. In any case, you’ve proven yourself suitably unique.”
Inquire about the monstrous torture performed on the oculoids.
bring up the fact the the occuloids are as sentient as either her and us.
You start to ask her about the brutal treatment of the large oculoids, comparing their sentience to your own, but are cut off.
“Sentient?
You? Oh, you
are cute, aren’t you.
“No, your perceived sentience is nothing more than an illusion created by your programming. An effective illusion, I’ll admit, but nothing further. As for the creatures…”
She trails off and stares past you.
“No. There is nothing to discuss about this. I conducted their standardized sentience tests myself, several times. The results never differed. They did not once react to any stimuli we imposed in any non-instinctive way. They are animals, simply as that.”
Before you can persue more answers, you are stopped. “This line of questioning will end and not be brought up again.” You suddenly feel incapable of asking further, despite wanting to.
Inquire about a lot of things.
“My, you’re a curious one! I have to keep reminding myself that your memory has been wiped.” She chuckles softly under her breath. “I have a question for
you, Mr. Robot. Do you think you could do me a favour?”
You feel yourself nod without ever thinking about it. It is very disconcerting.
“Good. This is a key to the mines. I assume by now you know where that is. Now, there are some chemicals down there, in a small storage unit, that I will believe will assist you. Your only task for right now is to continue your exploration of what’s left of the facility. There is little left that I can do from here, and my assistant… isn’t inquisitive enough, we’ll say, to be a suitable candidate. Your discoveries may be the key to all this.
“I will contact you again when a sufficient amount of time has passed. Until then, you are on your own. In the meantime, is there anything I can assist you with? Perhaps you have something in need of reparations.”
You open up your bag. There’s a lot of broken crap in here, to be honest.
Good god, how long has it been since we last looked at out inventory? Haven't messed with it much; no real reason to list everything again.